Writing. The unrecognized art. The beauty of the ink leaving the pen, the wonderful clicking sound of the keyboard. The words that rush through my head seconds before they leave my hands.The enthralling stories that spring from my head, like Athena from Zeus's. The sense of purpose.The different, more exciting life that lives in my head and communicates through the page. The power. The amazing stories I write, not knowing where they come from, not knowing where they're going.
I write because I can, because I must. I write because I have an obssesive cumpulsive behavior that makes me write. I write because the pen is not mightier than the sword. It is a sword, used to etch stories on the souls of those who read them.
I write because of the smell of a new book, the slight crispness of the pages, the worlds that spring from their grasp, haunting me untill I pick them up again.
I write because there are places unexplored, people without names who wait for their stories to be told. I love joining the great ones, the authors, writers, and poets who pluck these stories from beyond, like picking fresh rasberries from the bush, giving them their own twist, telling the world the stories of the heroes, the lovers, the villans. They tell the stories of The princes, the knights in shining armor, the soldiers, the militia men, the freedom fighters.
The reason I write: I can.
I write because I can, because I must. I write because I have an obssesive cumpulsive behavior that makes me write. I write because the pen is not mightier than the sword. It is a sword, used to etch stories on the souls of those who read them.
I write because of the smell of a new book, the slight crispness of the pages, the worlds that spring from their grasp, haunting me untill I pick them up again.
I write because there are places unexplored, people without names who wait for their stories to be told. I love joining the great ones, the authors, writers, and poets who pluck these stories from beyond, like picking fresh rasberries from the bush, giving them their own twist, telling the world the stories of the heroes, the lovers, the villans. They tell the stories of The princes, the knights in shining armor, the soldiers, the militia men, the freedom fighters.
The reason I write: I can.
great post. I mean, you should be in high school.
ReplyDeletei like all the metaphors especially the one with the sword. i like how you described the smell of the notebook and all that very great amazingling written.
ReplyDeleteGood you put lots of sence to your reasons to write.
ReplyDeleteI love that you write for pleasure, for survival, and for social justice.
ReplyDeleteI also love that you said: I write because there are places unexplored,and people without names who wait for their stories to be told.
Your writing will be their voice: That is powerful!
Dexter, I was talking of a novel, not a notebook, but thanks
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